That's how long I waited at the mammogram place today. I went with my friend, D. I would've bailed on her at about the 2.5 hour mark, but they had these fab-o massage chairs. She said I'm gonna be sore from them, but I'm not worried. At 3.5 hours, I would've abandoned the chair if not for the fact that she wasn't supposed to lift more than five pounds after the biopsy and her bags weighed a total of at least 50 pounds.
Since I wasn't wearing a white robe and I'd dressed kinda business-y, three people asked me if I was a drug rep. Oh, I did have my leather satchel, but still. What kinda sales person would be lying around in a massage chair in the doc's waiting room? I was flattered, though. Those women are always hot. And they make a shit-load of money. Maybe it's time for a career change...
There were four M-Chairs and I kept an eye open for anyone waiting for a one, when all of them were filled. Since the session only lasted 15 minutes and it was a light day, I'd hit the start button 17 times before I had to relinquish my chair. (That bitch.) But I had to pee, anyway.
I went into the bathroom and was a little embarrassed to see that I had major bed-head.
I had to postpone a client meeting today (hence the biz clothes). Got The D in and out of the cardio doc's in an hour - at seven -fuckin' - thirty this morning. That was a direct result of my begging, plus the fact that I ran to fetch a wheelchair for the poor lady in the waiting room who was on the verge of fainting. Her sweet husband asked me to call a nurse and I screeched like a shrew, got wet paper towels for her forehead and went to the ground floor to fetch said wheelchair. So my Karma should be in excellent condition, for a change.
Ok, better run. I need to go clean up some cat vomit. Yes. Bulimic Cat's been at it again...
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